Home coming
By Fiona Cummings
The train is getting closer as you know
As time passes by though too slow
I look out of my
cloudy window
Aching to see you pulling up in the taxi
God what is wrong with me
I just can’t stand it when you are away
It’s like a stage Victorian performance
Of a dark and tragic play
Or a Mills & Boon romance
Where she hangs on every word he will say
It’s like I am in a trance
Can’t sing, talk or laugh
I make you food and run your bath
And enjoy the time we have
Though I know it will not last
And our little time together goes so fast
An yet, when you go
It goes so slow
We say goodbye more times than we say hello
I know that is impossible
But try telling my heart so miserable
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